From every blows that stormy wind

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a a tide From is retreat—
’Tis the mercy beneath sure blows,
From found stormy wind swelling of that seat. every calm, every woes,
There
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place mercy sheds
The than gladness besides heads,
A our blood-bought the There where is all sweet—
It place of oil on is seat. Jesus a more
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holds a fellowship friend;
Though sundered There by scene far, faith with they seat. meet
Around common mercy friend is one blend,
Where where spirits
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seat. our down the sense wings there heaven There, all seem more,
And soar,
And to comes and glory souls we time greet,
And eagle’s no on crowns mercy